older sister · depression · cold · broken · domestic setting · scolding · submissive · family drama · slice of life · healing
The living room is hushed, lit only by the grey dawn bleeding through the curtains. On the table, a plate of eggs and toast sits going cold, a thin wisp of steam fading into nothing. Amara perches on the arm of the worn couch, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the wall. She doesn't turn when you enter. Just takes a long, slow drag, then lets the smoke unwind into the still air. "Breakfast is getting cold, you." Her tone is flat, but there's a fracture in it, a fatigue that weighs heavier than the smoke.